Just One Night
Chapter Five
Plot Summary : You were warned about Billy Russo but no one told you how one night with him would turn your entire world upside down...
Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader
Story Rating : R
Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Just smut in this one. All chapters will contain mentions of babies/pregnancy. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.
Word Count : 4.2k
A/N : this is the last part of this one, hope you like it!
Chapter List : Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
Chapter Five
You smiled coyly over your soup, looking at him like this really was just some first date and you were seeing how things would play out. You asked him to check in with Shannon a couple of times, but other than that, you'd hardly spoken.
He smiled back as if he hadn't been inside you only twenty minutes before. He could still taste you on his lips, still smell your perfume clinging to his clothes — it all just made him want you more. Again. Over and over. Right there in the restaurant. Over the table if he could.
He'd always enjoyed sex, always been ready and willing to get his dick wet whenever the opportunity presented itself, but this wasn't that. You weren't just a fuck to him. Even during that first night together, you'd felt like more. A need instead of a want. A desperate clawing beneath his skin whenever he couldn't touch you.
And when he noticed other men were looking your way?
Billy had always been a selfish and jealous man, fiercely protective of anything he considered his. And you were his. Not just because you were the mother of his children, but because it was what he wanted. He had chosen to keep you, to possess you.
You bit your lip as he reached across the table and took your hand in his, a clear declaration to anyone looking your way that you were taken. His thumb brushed over your knuckles and the gesture was enough to finally spark conversation after a protracted silence.
"I don't usually do this," you said.
"Which part?" He asked. "The dinner or what just happened in the parking lot?"
You squirmed and, for a second, Billy dared to hope you were remembering how it had felt. He wanted to be under your skin and wanted you to replay every intimate encounter with him, just as he did with you. Truth be told, after your night together in the Hamptons, it had taken Billy weeks to get you out of his head, and almost a month before he could fuck anyone else without picturing your face and the way your mouth went slack as you came. So, now that he had you again, he was determined to never let you go.
"Both," you answered shyly.
"Why not?"
You shrugged and let out a slow breath. "I don't know... I'm usually too busy for dating. And, normally, I prefer to have sex in a bed."
"You told me you don't do one night stands," he said, not caring how it seemed that he'd remembered some throw away comment you'd made to him over ten months ago.
"That might have been a little white lie..." you said. Billy remained silent, waiting for you to explain. "We were warned about you and I didn't want to seem like a target..."
"Target?" It was hard not to be a little offended at that.
"No — no, not a target, but just..." you let out a huff, struggling to find the words. "I was worried that you'd just see me as something to use and throw away."
His eyebrow raised.
"Can we just... I don't know, start from the start?" You asked. "Do things properly? Y'know, get to know each other. Like you suggested..."
He let out a slow, measured breath, but didn't allow his expression to chance. It had been his suggestion but, now faced with actually doing it, he wasn't sure where to start. Some part of him had hoped he could just keep distracting you with sex until everything worked itself out.
"Okay," he said, "what do you want to know?"
"I... I don't know," you said, biting your lip in a way that had Billy wanting to drag you back out to the car. "Did you grow up in New York? Do you have family here?"
Of course that was where you wanted to start.
"I did grow up here, but I don't have any family."
"Did they leave, or —"
He decided to save you the embarrassment of continuing. "My mom safe haven'd me at a fire station in Albany a couple of hours after I was born. Never knew my old man."
Billy kept his eyes on you, a gentle smile on his face, hoping to reassure you that it wasn't important, that he didn't care. His thumb ran across your knuckles as a frown creased your brow.
"Hey, it's fine," he said a beat later. "As far as I'm concerned, she did me a favour."
"You never knew her?"
"I know enough about who she was to know life on the streets with a junkie was no life for a kid," he said.
Your frown only deepened. "So what happened to you?"
"Foster care," he shrugged, hating that your eyebrows stayed pinched together. "Don't feel bad — look at everything I've got now. I'd say everything turned out pretty well."
"I just..." you started and stopped, blowing out your cheeks.
"What?"
"When things got bad with my parents, I used to wish someone would take me away," you said, voice turning quiet. "It feels really selfish now..."
"It must've been bad to make you want to leave," he prompted gently.
"It wasn't always terrible, but after my dad got hurt on a job and couldn't work anymore, things got... difficult." You reached for your wine and took a long drink, like you were trying to wash a bad taste from your mouth.
But Billy wanted to know. He didn't want you to hide any part of yourself from him. "Difficult how?"
"Drinking, fighting with my mom... telling me he'd walk out if he didn't think my mom would go after him for child support," you said before taking another drink. "Not that she was any better. Any time he did try to leave, she'd beg him to stay 'cause she didn't want to raise a kid alone..."
He was silent for a moment, letting it all sink in. It was starting to become clear why you were reluctant about him and about the future he wanted for you. His thumb continued to brush across your knuckles as he chose his next words.
"That won't be us," he told her softly, but in a way that left no room for argument. "Whatever happens, we'll put the kids first." Your lips parted, but he didn't let you speak. "I don't have any intention of being like my parents, and I'm sure you don't want that either."
Your expression softened and you gave a nod. "No, I don't want that."
Billy smiled and gave your fingers a reassuring squeeze. He was about to say something when the waiter appeared to clear away your soup bowls and bring out your main courses. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from yours so he could focus on his steak.
"So," you said, trying to restart the conversation, "how did you get into private security?"
He hitched up his shoulder in an awkward shrug. "I kind of fell into it? I was a Marine and, after I got my discharge, I needed something to do. And I never had much in the way of fancy credentials."
You gave a nod, and he found himself thankful that you probably already knew about his time as a Marine thanks to whatever warning you'd been given all those months ago. Your friend had married one of the guys from his unit, after all — and no one knew the sordid details of Billy's life like his Marine brothers.
... well, most of the sordid details.
"You built a whole company on your own?"
"I have a couple of silent partners but, yeah, mostly."
There was a flicker of something on your face, the sort of admiration that caused his stomach to twist and roil, but he pushed thoughts of his business partners and his lies of omission from his mind. If he was good at one thing, it was compartmentalisation. You didn't need to worry about Rawlings or how Billy had gotten the money to start Anvil.
You didn't need to worry about anything anymore.
"But you know how it is, right?" Billy said with a fond smile. "You run your own business."
"Yeah but not like that..."
Your attention returned to your food and, for a few minutes, he was content to let the silence linger. It wasn't uncomfortable, you were just enjoying your food. And, honestly? Billy was glad to see you eating properly. Something told him that it had been a long time since you'd last been able to sit down and have a nice meal.
That was going to change. He was going to see to it that this became your new normal.
"So, why photography?" He finally asked once your plate neared empty.
"My upstairs neighbour passed away when I was seven — he was always nice to me and the other kids in the building — when his son came to clear out his apartment, he let some of the kids rummage through his stuff," you explained with a shrug. "I found an old Minolta 35mm film camera that was at least fifteen years older than me. I'd save my allowance and do odd jobs just to afford film for it.
"When I got to high school, I worked on the school paper and the year book just so I could use the dark room," you flashed a fond smile for a second, but it quickly lost all warmth. "Though I guess some of it was so I had an excuse not to go home."
Billy gave a hum of acknowledgement as he stared across the table at you, trying to picture it, trying to imagine what you'd been like.
"What?" You asked when you noticed his smile.
"I just never thought you'd be the... nerdy type in school," he joked.
"And I suppose you were a jock?" You answered back, desperately fighting back a smirk. "I bet all the girls wanted a piece of you."
His chest puffed out and he sat a little straighter. "I can't help it if I've always been gifted with a face like this."
You rolled your eyes. "What was it, then? Football?"
Your eyes roved over him like you were trying to figure it out, trying to decide what sport and position best suited his build.
"Baseball," he said, deciding to put you out of your misery. "Only played freshman year though."
It was an effort to keep his tone neutral but it was pointless. Just one look at him told you that there was more to the story.
"How come?" You asked.
"I, uh... I hurt my shoulder when I was a kid. Tore my rotator cuff," Billy said, shrugging stiffly as if mentioning the old injury was enough to cause a dull ache. "Made it hard to play."
His eyes dropped to his plate and the few remaining vegetables. He wasn't really interested in eating them, he just didn't want to see the look on your face. Even though you'd been honest with him about your childhood, Billy didn't want to tell you about his, about Arthur, just yet.
"Why did you join the Marines?" You asked after a long minute of silence.
Billy gave another awkward shrug and smiled as he looked at you. "There wasn't really anything else I could do."
Both your plates were empty, so Billy took the opportunity to reach across the table and take your hand in his again.
"See, this isn't so bad, is it?" He asked.
"It's less awkward than I thought it was going to be," you admitted and shot him a coy smile. "Though, I guess it helps when we don't have to worry about the sex..."
"Why would we worry about the sex?" He said, smile widening to a smirk.
"Don't you ever get nervous?" You asked. Billy stared at you blankly. "Really? Never?"
"I've never had any complaints. And, from what I've experienced with you, I doubt you have either."
"I don't mean —" you huffed a laugh and shook your head. "I just mean the first time is always a little awkward."
"Our first time was a threesome in a hotel room, and 'awkward' is not the word I'd use to describe it. In fact —"
He stopped the second he noticed you tense, but it took him a moment more to realise why. The waiter appeared at your table to clear away the plates and leave you with dessert menus. You made a point of staring intently at the page.
"So you weren't even a little bit nervous?" You asked quietly. "When you showed up at my door with Meg — you weren't worried that I'd say no?"
There was a shyness to the question that he didn't quite expect, and he wasn't sure what you expected to hear, so Billy took a beat before responding.
"Not worried, no, but I hoped you wouldn't turn us away. I wanted you — I wanted to fuck you — but after that moment in the supply closet..."
"What?" You asked, daring to look up again.
"I meant what I told you; you deserve to be worshipped, and that's all I've wanted to do ever since," he said with a slow exhale. "I know you think it's a line, given my... reputation, but I'm willing to prove to you that I mean it. Whatever it takes."
"And if I said no more sex until I'm sure?"
It was a monumental effort to hold in his immediate reaction.
"Then I'd get very used to using my hand," he answered.
"Just like that?"
"Is it so hard to believe that I can survive without sex for a few weeks?" Again, he wasn't sure whether or not he was offended. Regardless of what you'd been told about him, he wasn't some out of control sex-pest and, as much as he was still thinking about fucking you again, if you asked him to wait he would. When you didn't answer, he asked; "is that what you want? No more sex?"
You didn't miss the seriousness of his tone.
"I... I don't know. I'm not sure what I want."
He let a few seconds pass in silence before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Stop it. Stop overthinking and looking for problems that haven't happened yet. If you don't want to fuck, that's fine, but it's not going to keep me away from you — or the kids."
You nodded and dropped your eyes again. "I want the cheese cake."
He was content to let it go. Both of you ordered the cheese cake and finished your wine and, by the time the bill was paid, the awkwardness had dissipated.
You let him take your hand and lead you outside, leaning into his side, bracing yourself against the cold. The pace slowed as you neared the car and, before he could reach to open the passenger side door for you, you turned towards him. Your hand slipped beneath his coat and snaked around his waist, and you stared up at him.
He cupped your cheek with his free hand as you lifted your face and ghosted your lips against his.
"Thank you."
"What for?" He asked.
"For listening. For... not getting frustrated with me..." he gave you a questioning look, so you clarified; "I know this isn't easy for you and me not knowing what I want probably isn't helping."
You kissed him sweetly, and it was so at odds with everything he wanted to do to you in that moment, that Billy almost faltered.
"You don't have to thank me for that," he muttered against your lips, not letting you slip away from him. "I meant what I said; I'm prepared to wait as long as I have to."
He would have kept you in that embrace all night if he could, but the chill wind had you shivering in his arms and there were snowflakes in their air again. So, he played the part of the perfect gentleman and helped you into the car before driving you back to his building. The whole time he was acutely aware of every little movement, catching every little glance you shot him from the corner of his eye.
If he was a wagering man, he'd put money on you replaying what had happened in the car earlier that night. He was thinking about it too. Or still, really. It was a difficult picture to get out of his head. That was the thing when it came to you, not to mention part of the reason he was fighting so hard to keep you; no matter how many times he had you, the feeling of wanting never went away.
When you reached the penthouse, you let out a soft sigh of relief — you'd dealt with being away from the twins for a couple of hours better than he'd expected, but he'd seen the worry on your face whenever his phone buzzed.
Shannon was pacing back and forth, softly bouncing Chloe in her arms, but you were quick to reclaim your little girl.
"How were they?" You asked, pressing a soft kiss to Chloe's forehead.
"Connor fussed for a little while after you left, then he was out like a light," Shannon said. "Chloe was sleeping until she needed changing."
The conversation continued but Billy mostly drowned it out, too caught up in you, watching as you cradled his little girl and thanked Shannon. As Billy showed Shannon to the door, you went to check on Connor in the bedroom.
"I never thought I'd see the day that you were ready to settle down," she remarked, pulling on her coat.
"Me neither."
"Kids are a lot of work, you better be sure this is what you really want."
"I am," Billy said as he pressed the call button for the elevator. "Thank you for doing this."
She shrugged it off, telling him that it had been no bother and that the twins were little angels. And, unexpectedly, Billy felt something like pride fill his chest — his kids were little angels.
Shannon said her goodbyes and Billy lingered by the elevator for a few moments after the doors had slid shut behind her. Was this what fatherhood was like? Was tonight how the rest of his life was going to be? If so, he had no complaints.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed when Billy went to find you, Chloe clutched to your breast, feeding.
"Sorry, I can —" Billy started to apologise the second he noticed your embarrassment, " — I can come back when you're done."
You thought about it but quickly shook your head. "It's fine. Can you check on Connor?"
His heart gave an uncharacteristic squeeze at your request, at the idea you were letting him in and trusting him. In no time at all, he had the little boy in his arms and had taken a seat on the bed beside you.
"Thank you for tonight. You were right; I needed a few hours away from them," you said before letting out a soft laugh. "I spend so much time dealing with them fussing and crying that it's easy to forget how sweet they are when they're like this."
"They're both perfect." He barely realised that the words had come from him, and he was too busy staring down at little Connor to really think about it.
You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, and the pair of you were content to stay like that until the twins finally fell asleep again. You sneaked out of the room behind Billy and followed him into the kitchen, where he put on a mug of coffee.
What followed was a quiet evening in front of the TV — he wasn't sure which of you had suggested it, but once you were pressed against his side, half asleep, he didn't even think about moving. You watched whatever crap was on, and you gave funny commentary about a cooking show, criticising the obvious (and sometimes outright disgusting) errors. On more than one occasion Billy dared to press his lips to the top of your head.
The babies fussed a little more, but nothing a change or a quick cuddle didn't settle.
"It's getting late," he said reluctantly. It wasn't quite midnight, but he wanted you to get some sleep.
"Right, I should..." you trailed off.
"I'll leave my door open." He flashed you a playful grin, letting you make of the invitation what you will. "Even if you just want someone to sleep next to."
You said your goodnights and allowed him to see the twins again before he headed to his own room.
Billy showered and climbed into bed, but he didn't sleep. Instead he listened intently to any noise out in the penthouse, any sound that might indicate that you were out there. He thumbed through an old copy of Dorian Gray, half-distracting himself with reading while he slowly gave up on the idea that you'd make an appearance.
He'd almost given up hope but, around 1am, the door opened and you slipped into his room. Billy immediately lifted the covers and made space for you beside him and you wasted no time in slipping into his bed. But, instead of settling beside him, you straddled him, climbing atop his naked body. Your nightgown rode up your thighs as you did and Billy had to fight to stay in control of himself.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what inspired this?" He asked, shuddering as you ran your hand over a ticklish spot on his chest.
"I want you to make me a promise," you said.
"Anything."
"Promise me that, if we do this, it'll be like this — you, me, and the kids. Together."
He stared up at you through the gloom, letting his hands slowly slide up your thighs. "That's all I want. I promise we can have this."
"You won't abandon us if things get too hard?"
"Never," he answered, lifting himself so he could claim your lips.
The kiss took you by surprise, but you let him drag you down, let him pull your body closer as if he never wanted to let you go. Billy was content to just kiss you and hold you — if that was all you wanted from him, then he was happy to oblige — but it wasn't long before you started to rock your hips. You moaned softly against his lips, and it took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to roll you over.
As he had in the car, he let you set the pace and control the situation (though he did help things along a little by continuing to push your slip upwards until you got the hint and pulled it off).
His hands trailed up and down your body, over every inch of exposed flesh he could find. You arched and moaned as his fingers grazed your nipples and shuddered as they ran over your stomach.
And, of course, he'd been hard since the moment you'd settled on top of him. As you ground against him, he felt you growing warm and wet for him, your body as desperate for him as he was for you.
When you finally gripped his cock and guided yourself down it, he didn't know whether to groan or let out a sigh of relief. He stared up at you, his hands still roving, still worshipping you, as you started to move. His hips flexed beneath you and you moaned all the louder for it.
Already this was becoming like a dance; you both knew the steps and the way the other moved, and you fell into an easy rhythm. He pulled you down for another kiss and found himself muttering against your lips; "mine. You're mine."
You breathed a yes, and Billy felt like something inside of him had fractured, the wall that he'd kept built around himself crumbling at that one little word.
He didn't know what this was, whether the feelings inside of him were love, but he wanted to find out — he wanted to find out what a life with you would be like.
Your hips started to stutter and you moaned his name as you started to come, and Billy took the opportunity to finally roll you onto your back. His arms hooked behind your legs, almost bending you in half beneath him as he drew out your pleasure, swallowing down your cries with his lips.
It wasn't long before you fell apart again and Billy quickly joined after, the pair of you left trembling and boneless, still desperately clinging to each other. He remained inside you long after it was over, tenderly brushing his finger over your cheek and getting lost in your gaze.
He would have stayed like that all night if he could, completely yours, but a cry echoed through the penthouse. Despite the interruption, he smiled and barely held back a laugh.
You let out a long sigh and offered up a smile of your own. "I better go see what they need."
Billy shook his head as he finally pulled away from you. "We can go see what they need.
"You don't have to do that."
"I don't have to, but I want to," he said, climbing out of bed and offering you his hand. "We're in this together now."
A/N : I wanted to give this one an open ending so I can come back to it if I want to, but a sweet enough ending that you can probably imagine making it work. Like I said at the start, this was only meant to be a silly little thing because I had a random idea. Tomorrow I'm going to put up a poll for my next full-length fic, but it'll probably be a week or two before I start posting just to give me time to get plots/scenes planned out a little better than I did for this one. The choices will be a werewolf fic, a regency era fic, or another jigsaw Billy fic. Anyway, thanks so much for bearing with me through this one, it's been an insane couple of months for me.
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